A brick into the fairyland

All the disciples of the Qingxiao Sect were discussing and kept looking up, expecting the appearance of the mysterious disciple who challenged Qin Yi.

Qin Yi was wearing a pink shirt, the clothes fluttering, and she had a serious face and a cold light in her eyes.

"Why haven't you come yet? Isn't that kid timid?"

"Hmph! If you dare to challenge Senior Sister Qin Yi, even if that kid has nine lives, it's not enough!"

"Look, here we come!"

I don't know who exclaimed, all the disciples of Qingxiaozong turned their heads in unison.

Zhuge Buliang stepped against the sky without touching the ground, giving the impression that he was walking on the ground, with one hand behind his back, his black robe fluttering, and his long black hair hanging on his shoulders. His delicate face looks elegant and elegant.

"What! Coming from the void!"

"No way, isn't he just a cultivator in the foundation period? How can he step on the void?"

A group of people exclaimed one after another, even Qin Yi didn't enter and showed surprise.

Zhuge Buliang steps on the void, he is not flying in the sky, at present he is not able to fly in the sky, but only relying on some skills of walking against the sky, he can step on the void at low altitude.

In a few flashes, Zhuge Buliang had already arrived in front of the crowd, standing with his hands behind his back without touching the ground. Although his face was a little immature, it gave off a feeling of aloofness.

All the disciples of Qingxiao Sect sighed, cast their eyes on Zhuge Buliang, and whispered among themselves.

"You are Zhuge Buliang?" Qin Yi's voice was cold, as if it came from the ice field and snow field, which made people shudder.

"It's me." Zhuge Budiao nodded.

Qin Yi looked Zhuge Buliang up and down, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, he sneered and said: "It seems that you have quite a lot of weird moves, I heard that you are a cultivator with no attribute spiritual roots?"

Zhuge Buliang nodded silently.

"I don't know what method you used to defeat Passing Water, Yong'an, but you dare to beat my people openly, and dare to speak wild words. If I don't make a move today, how will I gain a foothold in Qingxiaozong in the future?" Qin Yi said, The Passing Water and Yong'an he mentioned should be the two who were injured by Zhuge Buliang before.

"Can't stand? Hehehe, then you don't need to stand!" Zhuge Buliang's voice spread in everyone's ears.

There was a burst of noise from the disciples of the Qingxiao Sect.

"What an arrogant boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

"I don't know how to live or die, Senior Sister Qin Yi, hurry up and teach him a lesson!"

"You trash who came in through the back door, why are you talking to Senior Sister Qin Yi like that?"

"Arrogance and ignorance, Senior Sister Qin Yi can kill you with one finger!"

"Damn it! Close your anus!!" Zhuge Buliang yelled heavily, and the sound suddenly sounded like a thunderclap.Originally, he was not in a good mood. After coming to Qingxiaozong for so many days, he didn't learn any art of making weapons, and he was full of anger in his heart.

With this roar, everyone shut their mouths.

But soon after one of them came back to his senses, he said, "Don't shut up, don't shut up, once you shut up, you'll be anal."

"..."

Qin Yi looked at Zhuge Buliang coldly, and said: "The waste spirit root is a waste after all, it only knows how to speak big words and show off its ability to talk."

"Stop talking nonsense, didn't you come to fight with me, come on!" Zhuge Buliang said in a deep voice.

Qin Yi sneered, her body rose into the air, her true essence turned into a faint celestial light, and she looked like a fairy in the moon palace.

"Boom!"

Qin Yi flicked her slender fingers, and those jade-like fingers seemed to have touched the God of Punishment Thunder, rumbling endlessly.

"boom!"

Qin Yi raised her hand and pointed, and a divine thunder as thick as a bucket fell, striking at Zhuge Buliang.

This kind of thunder spell is also a kind of fire attribute. The divine thunder pierced the air, tore the space, and blasted down like a winding dragon on Ruyi Island.

Zhuge Buliang let out a long cry, stretched out his big hand, and a white palm like jade emerged, grabbing the divine thunder that was as thick as a bucket.

"Boom!"

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